“I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it's because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it's because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came." - John F. Kennedy

I'm fighting off the urge to load up this post with quotes about the ocean, but I think that one by JFK sums it up. Where he tries really hard to rationalize it and then eventually has to concede to a totally sentimental appeal. I always feel that way. I know there's a logical reason why the ocean is so calming, but the reality is it's just a part of us, or we're part of it, or whatever way you want to look at it.

So, I got the chance to take these pictures early in the month when there was that huge, full moon in Scorpio. I woke up completely at random at around 5 and had the overwhelming urge to run down to the ocean. I feel really sorry for everyone I ran into, because before 8 in the morning, I'm far less than human, but I think that's normal. I'm just happy to be in the presence of people so committed that they get up before the day itself to do what they love.

I remember reading a Kundalini yoga article saying that the air just before the sun rises is sacred, it's called the ambrosial hour or amritvela and, like all of yoga, I haven't exactly figured it out yet. That might be the magic of it. I know it has something to do with the sun being 60° to the earth and maximizes meditation efforts. Maybe someday I'll make a habit of this. In the mean time, I'll just be reading about it.

Growing up my dad drove an '87 Land Cruiser. I can't help but feel nostalgic for all those drives across the Pan-American when we were living in Mexico. Not to mention the trips in the US like those over Grant's and Tioga Pass. And right now I'm watching SNL re-runs and Florence Welch is barefoot and channeling her inner Stevie Nicks. Between that and my nostalgia, I'm pretty sure life is complete.

Whenever I find the motivation to wake up for the golden hour, I'm always amazed by just how quickly the light changes just over the course of one hour. It makes me kind of disappointed I miss it every day.

Up on the right might be my favorite picture of the morning/night just because of how perfectly the waves have washed up. Down there on the lower right is a picture of some kirlian photography I had done several years back. It's wedged right inside my journal from yoga teacher training which I haven't seen around in years. I was a little worried that I had purged it, but the important stuff always finds it's way into the keeper pile.

There you have it. Oh, and if you're starting to wonder what this blog is about anymore, don't worry, me too. I'm figuring it out. Thanks for sticking it out and reading anyways. Mean time, I'm keeping myself motivated by this manifesto by Gala Darling. I hope it does you some good too.